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Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

It was currently 7:30 pm and I was due to meet Mr Morelli in the dining hall for dinner. That was in thirty minutes and I had just gotten out of the shower. I am aware that he hates tardiness he made sure to order Chloe to tell me that when she came and informed me that he demanded that I accompany him to dinner.

Why can't he ask somebody else to have dinner with him? Why do I have to be tortured by his presence? I don't want to have a stupid dinner with him, but he insisted, more like demanded that we need to 'talk'. What is there to talk about? It's obvious how I feel anyway. I don't want to marry him, it's as simple as that. What does he need, for me to fucking spell it out for him? I thought, temperamental.

Anyway, I don't know what to wear. I've been stood here rifling through the closet for that past five minutes. Sighing frustrated, I sit sulkily down onto the chaise chair that occupied the closet. There was far too much stuff in here.

I mean how much clothes does a woman need? Suddenly, a white dress captures my eyes, it was nothing spectacular. It was simple, I liked simple. It was etiquette, conservative and classy. It was beautiful to me. Standing up, I walk over to it and slip it from off of its hanger.

This will do. I confirmed with my thoughts.

Dropping my towel so that I could put the dress on, I glanced in the mirror. It hugged my waist and flared subtly out at my hips, ending just under my knees. Smoothing the non- existent creases out I admire my reflection. It's nothing special, but I'm appreciative of it. You could still see the faint bruises on my face from before and surrounding my wrists from when Mr Morelli had grabbed me too tightly. My back was slightly throbbing, but it was bearable.

My make-up was simple, just like the dress with some mascara and lip balm applied. It's now at 7:55 pm.

I must go. I thought, quickly slipping on some nude, heeled pumps.

Walking out of the room and descending the steps, I turn right and come to a standstill in front of two black doors. A man greets me with a small nod and smile saying,

"Please come, Mr Morelli is awaiting your presence."

Following behind the man slowly, making sure that I didn't trip or fall and make an idiot out of myself. Especially in front of him. He is seated at the head of the table as per usual but stands when his eyes connect with my own. Green to blue. Dark to light. Devil to angel. He approaches towards me until he is stood a few centimetres away from my being.

"Come." He orders.

Once again, I slowly follow behind. The only difference this time is that I am following him and not the male that accompanied me here. We come to a stop at the seat that is to the right of his.

"Sit." He once again, orders.

"Can I not sit over there, it's just that I would prefer some personal space. I'm sure you would as well, I presume." I asked.

"Well, you presumed wrong, Valentinia. I chose for you to sit here, next to me. If I had cared for your opinion or preferences I would have asked. But, I didn't. So, that means that I don't care. Now, I will say it one more time. Sit."

Deciding not to encourage an argument I sat down, reluctantly with a scowl occupying my face.

"Now Valentina, I invited you here as we are going to discuss my expectations and rules. We, meaning me and you are going to listen and obey. Do you understand?"